October 13, 2012

epic

i love baseball in october.

defying odds. expectations. predictions.

the sf giants lose their first 2 games at home and then win 3 on the road. making history, baby. sweeping the reds at home, which hadn't been done in a 3 game homestand for the reds this season. killing latos, the former giant killer. giant hater. the first nl team in history to win this way. winning as a team because they looked in each other's eyes and brought it. winning for each other. leaving it all on the field. along with a quiet stadium filing out...

we meet the cards. the never say die cards. who came from down 6-0 in the nats home park. where the fans were already celebrating victory. stole it out from underneath their closer. won for each other leaving it all on the field. along with a quiet stadium filing out...

for the first time since 1958 (now that's a fine year if i may say so myself), the 2 previous world series winners meet for the nlcs. damn. bring it on.


October 09, 2012

dusk

Dusk is my favorite time of day.

I love the ending of things. Without an ending, there would be no triumph. After it concludes, only then, is a game won or a project is finished. Even sadly, only then does a season end.

After autumn leaves fall, resilient limbs reveal core strength and structure of the tree. After a fiery sunset, a milky way of stars and planets reveal the unfathomable universe our small planet inhabits.

I love what happens next. That transition from sunset to night.

Dusk.

Dusk desaturates the landscape to reveal her sinewy shapes. In smoky grays and blues, our eyes are challenged to relax, to focus on a few pared images.

We can’t see the little gnats, dust or pollution. All the small irritants and annoyances disappear from view. We focus on what matters. Things that last. Mother earth rising and falling along the shapes of hills and valleys. Trees anchored deep within her soil. The unmistakable foundation of where we live, laugh and love.

Maybe that that's what I love most about the clarity of dusk. The simplicity of perspective.